The Poetical Works of Thomas Moore Collected by Himself. In Ten Volumes |
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LOVE AND HYMEN.
Love had a fever—ne'er could close
His little eyes till day was breaking;
And wild and strange enough, Heav'n knows,
The things he rav'd about while waking.
His little eyes till day was breaking;
And wild and strange enough, Heav'n knows,
The things he rav'd about while waking.
To let him pine so were a sin;—
One, to whom all the world's a debtor—
So Doctor Hymen was call'd in,
And Love that night slept rather better.
One, to whom all the world's a debtor—
So Doctor Hymen was call'd in,
And Love that night slept rather better.
Next day the case gave further hope yet,
Though still some ugly fever latent;—
“Dose, as before”—a gentle opiate,
For which old Hymen has a patent.
Though still some ugly fever latent;—
“Dose, as before”—a gentle opiate,
For which old Hymen has a patent.
After a month of daily call,
So fast the dose went on restoring,
That Love, who first ne'er slept at all,
Now took, the rogue! to downright snoring.
So fast the dose went on restoring,
That Love, who first ne'er slept at all,
Now took, the rogue! to downright snoring.
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